Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

Lyrics

Here comes the man with concussions in his pocket. Here comes the man with a laser-guided rocket. Here comes the man with a fistful of pills so you can kill with no remorse, With no recourse, dance on your conscience until it's a corpse.

Here comes the man with concussions in his pocket.Here comes the man with a laser-guided rocket.Here comes the man with a fistful of pills so you can kill with no remorse,With no recourse, dance on your conscience until it's a corpse.